It's still the familiar lawn of the mansion, and the night is still that dark night, but it's much better than the distortion before. But the strange thing is that Jiang Chenchuan and the witch are both standing there, with strange spells surrounding them. , making it difficult for people to approach easily.
"Evel! Wake up!"
Ethan finally broke away from the illusion and tried to use his voice to wake up Jiang Chenchuan who was immersed in the illusion, but no matter how he called, it was to no avail and he couldn't get any response.
"Hey! Are you unconscious too?"
Seeing that Jiang Chenchuan had no hope here, he walked up to the witch and waved.
"Why did something happen to them together?"
Although it was a bit strange, since the witch could not move, Ethan took this opportunity to carefully observe the lines of the spells, trying to understand the meaning using his knowledge of alchemy.
However, he only had a partial understanding of spells. For the first time, he felt that his learning results would be of little use.
Suddenly, there was the sound of feet stepping on dead branches, as if someone was coming and approaching them.
His nervous heart tightened for a moment, and he subconsciously took out his pistol from his arms and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.
A black figure stood there.
"do not worry."
The person raised her hand, as if she was afraid of Ethan. It would be better to say that she was afraid of the gun in Ethan's hand.
With his finger on the trigger, Ethan did not lower his guard, raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed at her and said sternly:
"Put down what you are holding!"
"Put it down, let it go..."
The man carefully took out the mysterious object from his black robe and took a closer look. It was a crystal ball.
The fortune teller secretly thought "bad luck" in his heart. Who knew that the witch would be in a deadlock? This was a situation that had never happened before.
You must grit your teeth and force yourself to lower your posture.
"Who are you...what's your name?"
Naturally, the fortune teller would not tell Ethan their true information. The whereabouts of the Witch Cult have always been strange, and no one knew who their members actually were.
The fingers under the black robe seemed to be moving slowly, and Ethan had a vague premonition of something bad. Sensing the danger, he subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out loudly in the dark night.
The fortune teller screamed, and the bullet penetrated her arm, causing blood to flow out.
"I'm warning you, it's best not to act rashly."
The fortune teller was shocked when she heard what Ethan said. Someone who could shoot so decisively would naturally not make such a joke with her.
"Raise your hands."
With the gun pressed against her head, she had no choice but to slowly raise her hands and give up the struggle.
…
Jiang Chenchuan just followed Dorotea through the darkness. They seemed to have no destination and were simply circling the city.
Obviously, Jiang Chenchuan was more patient than she thought. After walking around for an hour and not even asking a question, she couldn't help but slow down.
"Don't you have anything to say? Ivel."
"No."
Jiang Chenchuan responded in a low voice.
"do you know her?"
Dorothea suddenly stopped and looked towards the street ahead. They were standing in the shadows, and the light shone on a fair-skinned and beautiful woman. She was walking casually on the street, and there was someone holding a hand for her. Items Purchased.
Golightly.
Jiang Chenchuan recognized the slightly older Chu Dong at a glance. At that time, she still looked sunny, could smile, and could greet people enthusiastically. She was not as cold as ice cubes after possessing the body of a Xiajing person. Same, talking without warmth.
"I know her. She seems to be the daughter of a certain noble family."
There is no use in deceiving and concealing. Besides, since Dorothea would bring him here, she must be prepared, so Jiang Chenchuan answered truthfully.
After hearing the answer, Dorothea chuckled. Although it was a little different from what she expected, this frankness also surprised her.
"Then you should know it...I hate her."
"Then...what will you do?"
Thinking of the silver moon in early winter's eyes, in any sense, there was not much time left for him.
There was a blazing flame rising in the darkness, and the jumping flames were as bright as stars in the night sky. Even for this scene, it was just a trick to please Golightly.
"Evel, do you think people...should be guilty by birth?"
"All men should be...created equal."
Jiang Chenchuan knew in his heart that such words were only a trivial comfort to Dorothea, and might even arouse her deeper hatred.
"Dorotea..."
"No need to say anything, let's go."
The fun and joy outside belong to the light. In the corners where the light does not reach, darkness has been growing silently.
As if she suddenly felt something, and she didn't know if it was the malice coming from the dark corner, Golightly turned around and looked at the dark street. There was no one there.
Empty, full of endless loneliness and loneliness.
Dorothea had already left, and she took Jiang Chenchuan through various difficult-to-find places.
The streets and alleys are now as smooth as a mouse.
"A few years ago, I was almost burned to death. At that time, I escaped here. There was no doctor, no food, and even no saliva. I lay in the empty house for three days. At that time, I thought I'm dying.
However, on the third day, I was in a daze and heard the sound of rain outside. Maybe I was too thirsty at that time, and I don’t know where I got the strength. I was able to roll out of bed. Come down and climb to the window.
No one saved me. I survived by relying on the rain. I even wondered if God heard my prayers and allowed me to survive. "
It was an inconspicuous little dark room. Dorothea opened the door. It was probably too old and made a "crunching" sound.
The only light source was on the table. The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only some necessary daily necessities. There were some gauze piled on the floor, with medicine and blood mixed on them, exuding a faint fishy smell.
"This is where I live, Evel, are you scared?"
"No, this is the only one I have... you use it first."
Jiang Chenchuan shook his head. He was looking for something in his arms. After rummaging for a long time, he took out a small bag and handed it to Dorothea.
Dorothea looked puzzled. She took it and shook it in her hand, then showed a surprised expression.
"I've seen the traces of the gauze you removed. It must have been poorly treated, so your wound must have suppurated recently. Pay attention and buy some medicine."
Jiang Chenchuan said calmly. Even though his tone didn't change much, Dorothea still felt a hint of warmth.
This was... the only warmth she got in Ronark City.
"You probably don't know...who I am, right?"
"I don't need to know, whether it is your past or your life experience, it is my personal wish to help you. Even if you are heinous in the future, I will punish you in the future."
"What...will I do in the future?"
Dorothea raised her head and looked at him with confusion.
How could Jiang Chenchuan say that she would establish a weird mysterious organization in the future and become a witch that everyone fears?
"What's this?"
Looking at the alchemy array-like patterns painted everywhere in the house, they are not the same as the rules Ethan said.
"This is a formation that is like a spell, but due to the lack of this spell, it can only produce a single result. I am still studying these, and there are already successful spells over there."
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It can be seen that when these patterns are mentioned, Dorothea's eyes clearly light up. The reason why most of the spells are unsolvable is because these spells were created by her in such endless loneliness and full of hatred. The result of my painstaking research day and night.
Therefore, external books do not record relevant knowledge.
"Then what is this moon-like figure?"
Looking at the spells with several patterns stacked on top of each other, it looks like...
"Ah, this is also a special technique. You see, the pattern here is not complete, so it has to be filled with another pattern. After it is filled, there is a gap here again, so I drew it here. The seven patterns just form a closed loop."
An answer became more and more obvious in my mind.
"Does this technique have a name?"
His heart was beating rapidly, but Jiang Chenchuan's tone remained calm.
"Not yet, but it happens to be related to the moon in activating the spell. I thought of a name for it before... let's call it the Seven-Wheel Silver Moon."
"Seven Silver Moons."
A curse like a chronic poison.
Sure enough!
…
It's still the familiar lawn of the mansion, and the night is still that dark night, but it's much better than the distortion before. But the strange thing is that Jiang Chenchuan and the witch are both standing there, with strange spells surrounding them. , people can't get close easily.
"Evel! Wake up!"
Ethan finally broke away from the illusion and tried to use his voice to wake up Jiang Chenchuan who was immersed in the illusion, but no matter how he called, it was to no avail and he couldn't get any response.
"Hey! Are you unconscious too?"
Seeing that Jiang Chenchuan had no hope here, he walked up to the witch and waved.
"Why did something happen to them together?"
Although it was a bit strange, since the witch could not move, Ethan took this opportunity to carefully observe the lines of the spells, trying to understand the meaning using his knowledge of alchemy.
However, he only had a partial understanding of spells. For the first time, he felt that his learning results would be of little use.
Suddenly, there was the sound of feet stepping on dead branches, as if someone was coming and approaching them.
His nervous heart tightened for a moment, and he subconsciously took out his pistol from his arms and pointed it at the place where the sound came from.
A black figure stood there.
"do not worry."
The person raised her hand, as if she was afraid of Ethan. It would be better to say that she was afraid of the gun in Ethan's hand.
With his finger on the trigger, Ethan did not lower his guard, raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed at her and said sternly:
"Put down what you are holding!"
"Put it down, let it go..."
The man carefully took out the mysterious object from his black robe and took a closer look. It was a crystal ball.
The fortune teller secretly thought "bad luck" in his heart. Who knew that the witch would be in a deadlock? This was a situation that had never happened before.
You must grit your teeth and force yourself to lower your posture.
"Who are you...what's your name?"
Naturally, the diviner would not tell Ethan their true information. The whereabouts of the Witch Cult have always been strange, and no one knew who their members actually were.
The fingers under the black robe seemed to be moving slowly, and Ethan had a vague premonition of something bad. Sensing the danger, he subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out loudly in the dark night.
The fortune teller screamed, and the bullet penetrated her arm, causing blood to flow out.
"I'm warning you, it's best not to act rashly."
The fortune teller was shocked when she heard Ethan's words. Someone who could shoot so decisively would naturally not make such a joke with her.
"Raise your hands."
With the gun pressed against her head, she had no choice but to slowly raise her hands and give up the struggle.
…
Jiang Chenchuan just followed Dorotea through the darkness. They seemed to have no destination and were simply circling the city.
Obviously, Jiang Chenchuan was more patient than she thought. After shopping for an hour and still not getting any questions, she couldn't help but slow down.
"Don't you have anything to say? Ivel."
"No."
Jiang Chenchuan responded in a low voice.
"do you know her?"
Dorothea suddenly stopped and looked towards the street ahead. They were standing in the shadows, and the light shone on a fair-skinned and beautiful woman. She was walking casually on the street, and there was someone holding a hand for her. Items Purchased.
Golightly.
Jiang Chenchuan recognized the slightly older Chu Dong at a glance. At that time, she still looked sunny, could smile, and could greet people enthusiastically. She was not as cold as ice cubes after possessing the body of a Xiajing person. Same, talking without warmth.
"I know her. She seems to be the daughter of a noble family."
There is no use in deceiving and concealing. Besides, since Dorothea would bring him here, she must be prepared, so Jiang Chenchuan answered truthfully.
After hearing the answer, Dorothea chuckled. Although it was a little different from what she expected, this frankness also surprised her.
"Then you should know it...I hate her."
"Then...what will you do?"
Thinking of the silver moon in early winter's eyes, in any sense, there was not much time left for him.
There was a blazing flame rising in the darkness, and the jumping flames were as bright as stars in the night sky. Even for this scene, it was just a trick to please Golightly.
"Evel, do you think people...should be guilty by birth?"
"All men should be...created equal."
Jiang Chenchuan knew in his heart that such words were only a trivial comfort to Dorothea, and might even arouse her deeper hatred.
